Michael Sullivan - Wintertide

"What are you saying?" Ethelred asked.

"Only that should something tragic happen to Modina, and no child of her blood be available, you would lose your greatest asset. The line of Novron would end, and without this thin strand of legitimacy, the Empire could face dissolution. Glenmorgan's Empire lasted only three generations. How long will this one endure with only a mere mortal at its head?"

"What makes you think anything will happen to the empress?"

Arcadius smiled. "Let's just say I know the ways of the world, and sacrifices are often required to bring about change. I'm here because I fear you might mistakenly think Modina is expendable once Ethelred wears the crown. I want to urge you not to make a terrible, perhaps fatal, error."

Saldur exchanged a look with Ethelred, confirming that the lore master had guessed correctly.

"But there is nothing to fear, gentlemen, for I've come to offer a solution." Arcadius gave them his most disarming smile, which accentuated the laugh lines around his eyes and showed off his round cheeks, which he guessed were still rosy from his trip. "I am proposing that Modina already bore a child."

"What?" Ethelred asked. He stood and his face showed a mixture of emotions. "Are you accusing my fiancee-the empress-of impropriety?"

"I am saying that if she had a child-a child born a few years ago and no longer dependant on the mother-it could make your lives a great deal easier. It would ensure the continued unification of the Empire under the bloodline of Novron."

"Speak plainly man!" Ethelred erupted. "Are you suggesting such a child exists?"

"I am saying such a child-could-exist." He looked at each of their faces before focusing back on Saldur. "Modina is no more the Heir of Novron than I am, but that is not relevant. The only thing that matters is what her subjects believe. If they accept she has a child, then the pretense of the heir can continue and the masses will be satisfied. After ensuring the line of succession, an unfortunate incident involving the empress would not be such a tragedy. Her people would certainly mourn her, but there would still be hope-hope in the form of a child who would one day take the throne."

"You bring up an interesting point, Professor," Ethelred said. "Modina has…been ill as of late, but I'm sure she could hang on long enough to bear a child, couldn't she, Sauly?"

"I don't see why not. Yes. We could arrange that."

The lore master shook his head and displayed an expression he had used hundreds of times when hearing an incorrect response from one of his students. "But what if she were to die in childbirth? It happens far too often and is too great a risk for something as important as this. Do you really wish to gamble all you are trying to accomplish? A child conceived before the empress even knew Ethelred would not reflect poorly on him. There are ways to present the child that would bolster the new emperor's standing. He can profess that his love for Modina is boundless and agree to raise the child as if it were his own. Such sentiments would endear him to the people."

Arcadius waited a minute before continuing. "Take a healthy child and educate it in philosophy, theology, poetry, history, and mathematics. Fill the vessel with training in civics, economics, and culture. Make the child the most learned leader the world has ever known. Picture the possibilities. Imagine the potential of an empire ruled by an intellectual giant rather than the thug with the biggest stick.

"If you want a better Empire, you need to create a better ruler. I can provide this. I can bring you a child that I have already begun to educate and will continue to groom. I can raise the child at Sheridan, away from life at court. We don't want a spoiled brat, pampered from birth, swinging little legs on the imperial throne. What we need is a strong, compassionate leader without ties to the nobility."

"One you control," Luis Guy accused.

Arcadius chuckled. "It is true that such a child might be fond of me, and while I know that I cut quite a dashing figure for someone my age, I'm a very old man. I will be dead soon. Most likely, I will pass on long before the child reaches coronation age, so you'll not have to worry about my influence.

"I should point out that I don't intend to be the child's only tutor. Nor could I be in order to ensure success. A task of this magnitude would require historians, doctors, engineers, and even tradesmen. You can send as many of your own instructors as you wish. I would hope you, Regent Saldur, would be one of them. I suspect much of the vision of the New Empire comes from you, after all. Once the wedding is over and things are operating smoothly, you could join us at Sheridan. She will require training that you are uniquely qualified to teach."

"She?" Ethelred said.

"Beg pardon?" Arcadius asked, peering over his glasses again.

"You said she. Are you speaking of a girl?"

"Well, yes. The child I am suggesting is a young orphan whom I have been taking care of for some time. She is extremely bright and at the age of five has already mastered letters. She is a delightful girl who shows great promise."

"But-a girl?" Ethelred sneered. "What good is a girl?"

"I'm afraid my fellow regent is correct," Saldur said. "The moment she married, her husband would rule, and all your education would be wasted. If it was a boy…"

"Well, there is no shortage of orphan boys," Ethelred declared. "Find a handsome one and we can do the same with him."

"My offer is for this girl only."

"Why?" Guy asked.

Arcadius detected a tone in the question he did not like.

"Because I sense in her the makings of a magnificent ruler, the kind who could-"

"But she's a girl," Ethelred repeated.

"As is Empress Modina."

"Are you saying you would refuse to tutor another child? One of our choosing?" Saldur asked.

"Yes." Arcadius said the word with the stern conviction of an ultimatum. He hoped the value of knowledge that only he could bestow would be enough to win them over, but he could see the answer before it was actually spoken.

Saldur was respectful at least and politely thanked him for bringing the subject to their attention. They did not invite him to stay for Wintertide, and Arcadius was uncomfortable about the way Luis Guy watched him as he left.

He had failed.

Royce waited patiently.

He had been in Imperial Square that morning, speaking with vendors who regularly delivered supplies to the palace, when the old battered coach passed by and entered the imperial gates. Recognizing it immediately, Royce wondered what it was doing there.

The palace courtyard had insufficient space for all the visitors' carriages during Wintertide and soon the coach returned and parked along the outer wall. The old buggy, with its paint-chipped wheels, weathered sides, and tattered drapes, looked out of place amidst the line of noble vehicles.

He waited for what must have been hours before he spotted the old man leaving the palace and approaching the carriage.

"What the-"Arcadius began. He was startled by Royce who sat inside.

The thief placed a finger to his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Arcadius whispered, pulling himself in and closing the door.

"Waiting to ask you that same question," Royce said quietly.

"Where to, Professor?" the driver called as he climbed aboard. The coach bounced with his weight.

"Ah-just circle the city once will you, Justin?"

"The city, sir?"

"Yes. I'd like to see it before we leave."

"Certainly, sir."

"Well?" Royce pressed as the carriage jerked forward.

"Chancellor Lambert took sick on the day he was to leave for the celebrations here. Because he could not attend, he thought a personal apology was required and asked me-of all people-to deliver his regrets. Now, what about you?"